Oh Time, Dear Time

I am bored, and frustrated. The only thing I have been doing to pass time is to watch time pass.

It’s Friday night, there is a lot of look forward to. But a certain amount of time has to pass, it has to be lived, whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not, to get to that moment of ecstasy when my phone will ring, and hubby will say “I am here!”.

Oh time, dear time, will you not rush tonight?

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